Story

It's the first day of middle school, and I barely got any sleep. My plane arrived at 4:00 am at their airport, and I had to wake up at 7:00 am. I mean I love my parents, but I still don't understand how they expect me and my little sister to move from Turkey to America with, and arrive at the crack of dawn, have barely any sleep, and have an energetic day at school. I mean, it's my first day in a country that I have never been to before, at least let me skip one day of school. And besides, everyone in my new school probably knows at least five people from their old school, and I know no one. And I know that no one wants to be friends with the new kid. As I ponder over my dilemma, my dad walks in waking me up.

"Wake up sleepy head." My dad says in Turkish.

"Dad." I tell him. "It's 6:58." 

"That's right. And here you are in your bed." He tells me. "You have to get dressed, brush your teeth, eat breakfast. Did you even pack your backpack."

"No." I admit. 

"Well then what are you waiting for, get ready."